Chapter 4 AFTERMATH OF THE FIRE

Morning broke over Valorian City like a reluctant confession-grey, heavy, and unwilling to let go of last night's storms. Lightning still hummed in the clouds as if the sky hadn't finished its war.

Mira woke slowly, her body sore from adrenaline and movement, her mind replaying flashes of the night before:

the masked men, Alec's lethal precision, the way his hand had wrapped around her waist with both possession and fear.

Not fear for himself.

Fear for her.

She sat up on the wide, dark-sheeted bed. The penthouse was quiet, but not in a peaceful way. Quiet like a held breath.

Alec wasn't there.

She stood and padded across the floor, her bare feet silent on the polished marble. The scent of gunpowder still lingered faintly in the air, mixing with Alec's cologne-something deep, expensive, dangerously masculine.

She found him on the balcony-shirtless, tense, his back carved with muscle and tension, his phone pressed to his ear. The city wind pushed his hair back, and the early light painted him in cold gold.

"No. Listen to me carefully," he said, voice low, calm, violent beneath the surface.

"They crossed a line last night. I don't care who sent them-Kantos, Veretti, whoever. Find the source. And when you do? Burn them down."

He ended the call without waiting for a reply.

Mira stepped closer. "Is this because of me?"

Alec didn't turn immediately. He inhaled once, deeply, as if steadying something inside himself. Then he faced her.

"No," he said. "This is because of us."

Her breath caught.

Alec walked toward her slowly, his presence filling the space like a storm rolling in. He lifted a hand but let it hover before touching her, as if asking for permission without speaking it.

"You should have been safe," he said. "You were in my home."

"And I'm still here," Mira answered softly.

A muscle ticked in his jaw. "That doesn't change the fact that they tried."

She placed a hand against his chest. "Alec... I'm not fragile."

He looked down at her, eyes dark, intense. "Maybe not. But you're mine now, and that makes you a target. I didn't plan for that. I didn't plan for you."

Mira held his gaze without flinching. "What if I want to stay anyway?"

He exhaled slowly, something dangerous and unguarded flickering in his expression. "Then you'll need to understand the world you're stepping into."

He brushed a finger along her jawline, slow, deliberate, claiming and questioning at once.

"Last night was the beginning. Not the end."

---

Alec led her to the security room-hidden behind a wall panel she'd never noticed before. The room was cold, filled with screens, maps, encrypted feeds, and weapons locked behind reinforced glass.

"This," Alec said, "is what it means to be tied to me."

Mira walked closer to the monitors. Cameras showed every corner of the city-street angles, rooftops, alleyways lit with neon and shadows.

"You watch everything?" she whispered.

"I have to." He stepped behind her, his chest brushing her back. "Power comes with enemies, Mira. And the Draven name carries more than most."

She swallowed. "Who were they?"

"Mercenaries," he said. "Paid. Disposable. Sent to test my defenses."

"So they weren't after you," she said quietly.

Alec paused. "No. They were after leverage."

Mira's stomach tightened. "Me."

He turned her gently but firmly toward him. "I don't want you afraid."

"I'm not," she said, though her heart thudded.

He smirked faintly. "Liar."

His thumb brushed her lips-a soft, teasing touch that contrasted entirely with the steel around them.

"You should be afraid," he whispered. "That's the sane reaction."

Mira lifted her chin. "And what's your reaction?"

A dark gleam lit his eyes. "I react by eliminating threats."

He stepped back, the softness fading into command. "Get dressed. We're going somewhere."

"Where?"

"To see what happens to people who try to hurt what's mine."

Her pulse jumped. "Alec-"

"It won't be violent," he said. "Not by my standards."

Then added with a ghost of a smirk:

"But it will be a lesson."

---

The car they used looked like an ordinary black SUV, but it moved like a predator-silent, armored, meant for war. Alec sat beside her, one hand resting casually on his knee, but the tension in his body was unmistakable.

They drove to an industrial outskirts area. Hidden warehouses. Fog. Silence too heavy for daylight.

Inside one of the buildings, Alec's men stood guard around a man tied to a chair-bloody, battered, trembling.

Mira stiffened.

Alec didn't look at her. He looked at the man.

"You had one job," Alec said calmly. "Deliver a message. Instead, you aimed a weapon at my guest."

"It wasn't- I didn't- I was just following orders," the man stammered.

Alec crouched in front of him, eye level. His voice dropped into a deadly whisper.

"Following orders doesn't excuse stupidity."

He stood, wiped his hands as if touching the air alone was dirty, and said, "Let him go."

The man sagged in relief-until Alec added:

"And make sure he crawls back to whoever hired him. I want them to know I'm done playing defense."

Alec didn't look at the man again. Instead, he turned to Mira and said very quietly:

"This is my world. This is what danger looks like before it grows teeth."

She looked at him, not in fear, but in understanding. "Then teach me how to survive in it."

Alec froze.

Then slowly, very slowly-his expression shifted into something darkly satisfied.

"I intend to."

He offered his hand.

She took it.

Something unspoken sealed between them.

Something dangerous.

Something powerful.

Something irreversible.

Tonight's storm was over.

But the war it awakened?

Was just beginning.